Ghost Shelter System

'Ding! mission completed'

Qin Kun's mind reminded him that the task had been completed.

But he didn't leave.

The fine cracks of the huge statue of City God echoed loudly in the main hall.

It seems that the statue is about to collapse...

"You want to occupy this temple?"

Qin Kun walked to the door and blocked the old man.

The old man looked at the statue. This statue of the City God had no spiritual power, no fluctuation, and was lifeless. It was just a clay sculpture. He could see that the young man in front of him seemed to be guarding this thing.

"It's not occupation, it's temporary residence. I need some power of faith to restore my strength and help me return to the Vatican." The old man paused, "As a condition, I can protect the people of this city."

The holy voice was kind and kind, and the old man's eyes were sincere.

Qin Kun nodded and said, "It really has nothing to do with me whether you occupy this place or live here temporarily."

The old man felt a lump in his chest.

"No...it's none of your business, why bother so much."

Qin Kun pointed: "I kowtowed too much."

"Then what?" The old man didn't understand even more.

"Do you also want to be aloof and sit on the altar?"

"Yes, only that position can receive the incense from believers. I need a new body. This one can be shaped. The layer of soil outside it will peel off and become like me."

"Are you worthy? Are you worthy of sitting there? Old ghost."

The surrounding atmosphere fell into silence, and the old man's expression was a little stiff.

In Western religions, when heroes and other great figures pass away, their ghosts, if they appear, are called 'heroic spirits'. These are a group of good ghosts who turn into heroic spirits after death and continue to protect their descendants.

Among the 'heroic spirits', only the one who has done the most good deeds, is the most respected, and whose ghost soul is pure and innocent can be called the 'Holy Spirit'!

There are only 12 "Holy Spirits" left in the Vatican. When France was invincible in Europe, Napoleon directly cut off the secular power of the Pope and sealed all 12 "Holy Spirits".

How many years have passed, and I don’t know if the new ‘Holy Spirit’ has appeared. In short, their generation has passed.

The old man slept in the Mithril Altar for hundreds of years. The Mithril Altar changed hands several times and moved to China.

The great 'Holy Spirit' became extremely weak, but even so, he is still the 'Holy Spirit'! That Corsican monster wouldn't even desecrate it. How could this young man have the courage to call himself an old ghost? !

"Young man, I am not an old ghost."

"Old ghost, I am not a young man either."

The old man wanted to say something else, but when he heard the sound of a knife entering flesh, he looked at his belly in surprise.

The tip of a black spear stabbed into the belly.

It’s unbelievable, but I have to believe it!

"The mercy of Allah will never allow believers to be harmed, but you are a heretic and will be punished by heaven! The Holy Light...punishes you!"

Blood flowed from the old man's mouth. The ghost that had condensed its soul was very weak. It was stabbed into the body by Qin Kun's ghost spear 'Xuanhui'. He chanted a spell, and the golden light suddenly brightened in his hand, but like a light bulb with poor contact, the golden light crackled. It crackled and disintegrated, disappearing into the air.

this……

He felt that his pure spirit body could even reflect the starlight, but now there was a sinister aura spreading. The sinister aura was like a black worm, emerging from the spearhead and crawling all over his body.

"You are a demon! A demon from the abyss! You can actually pollute the Holy Light!!!" The old man couldn't believe it.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Qin Kun flashed his impatience, and with a gesture of his hand, the urn appeared and buckled the opponent into it.

'Ding! Containment successful! ’

'Ding! Refining failed, this ghost has blessings and cannot be refined into Yin Candle’

Qin Kun could see that everything the Holy Spirit said from beginning to end was true, but he did not accept it. It is a matter of course that whoever owns the house should protect it. Even if the City God is an adobe with no spiritual power, there are still three branches of the Nanzong in Linjiang City.

Qin Kun didn't like the old ghost's savior attitude at all.

Miss you?

"Did you kill that golden ghost?"

From beginning to end, the girl didn't speak until the Holy Spirit was received by Qin Kun in the urn.

Qin Kun saw a group of people coming in outside the City God's Temple, and half of the human skin cloak was given to her.

"From now on, don't talk." Qin Kun said, ignoring the girl's struggle, affixed a talisman to her, carried her to the altar and sat down.

The girl saw that the man had already walked to the door, but Qin Kun didn't dodge and sat in the middle.

Crap!

The girl took a deep breath and kept swallowing her saliva. It looked like she was about to fight to the death.

But Qin Kun's hand firmly grasped her shoulder: "Don't move."

"Do you want me to be shot into a sieve?" the girl lowered her voice.

"If you don't want to be shot into a sieve, don't move." A warning flashed in Qin Kun's eyes.

"You...are really crazy!!!"

…

The girl didn't believe Qin Kun's promise at all, but there was nothing she could do because the group of people had already broken in.

"Search!!"

Seven people in black suits walked in, wearing uniform black sunglasses, carrying two submachine guns and a sniper rifle. The others were all equipped with pistols.

They searched for a place to hide people. The girl saw that the place where the motorcycle was placed under the altar was glanced at, but there was no expression on their faces.

Huh?

"Brother Yun, there is no one."

"Brother Yun, there's no one here either."

"Brother Yun, no."

The group searched the entire main hall and finally gathered around the altar.

"Is there no one..." The leading man, wearing white gloves, held his chin... He raised his head, and the girl noticed that he just glanced in her direction and then shifted his gaze.

"Brother Yun, there are footprints on the ground!"

"There are so many footprints, they should be of pilgrims."

The man named Brother Yun stood 1 meter away from Qin and Kun. This dangerous distance made the girl's heart almost jump out. However, Qin Kun's expression was very calm and he sat there motionless, looking at her. This group of people.

"Damn it... Could it be that we found the wrong one?" Brother Yun said suspiciously.

"Impossible! Brother Yun, outside the City God's Temple, the girl's wheel marks turned this way. Our tracking will not be wrong!"

Brother Yun was even more confused: "Could someone be helping her?"

help? How to help?

Everyone was confused. Brother Yun raised his head and looked at the statue of the City God Temple.

Everyone asked curiously: "Brother Yun, you are not talking about the City God, are you?"

"Haha? The City God saved the beauty? It turns out that the gods are also lustful."

"Brother Yun, stop joking. If that girl killed two of our brothers, the City God would help her? Are you blind?"

Brother Yun raised his hand and stopped their chat: "Three feet up there are gods, Amu and Azhong, kneel down and kowtow to apologize."

"Brother Yun...you..."

"Apologize!"

When the two men heard this, they realized that Brother Yun was not joking. They immediately knelt on the futon and kowtowed three times.

Brother Yun leaned on the altar and said to himself: "Where did I run to..."